- April 18, 2024
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It’s Domestic Violence Awareness month, and we’ve had a few brave mamas share their stories. Last week’s story, continued here, is my story. I share it, like the others, because it’s important to share experiences, so others can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I knew after I extradited myself from the situation, that eventually something would come from it; however, that something took time.
When I look back - a rare occurrence these days - I often wonder how I found the strength to leave. The short answer? I made the first step. I told one of my closest friends and we went and looked at new places to live. I ended up moving out. It wasn’t always easy, but I kept moving forward, taking the next step. I never forgot that night in the field. I never forgot the times I felt small. I never forgot the time lost with my friends and family. It was the reminder I needed to never let it happen again.
We recently hired a new business coach. While we were on one of our first calls, he mentioned an exercise in self-development. The task was to write down the experiences you have had that left you feeling broken. From there, you create a list of everything in your life that you are grateful for or that you wouldn’t have if that experience never happened. Doing this exercise changed a lot inside of me. I became less angry and can now look back at that experience and see how it made me to who I am today. If I am being honest with myself, this was one of those few trajectory changing moments we have in life and I absolutely love where I ended up. I’m grateful to be here in Palm Coast, Florida. I have made some truly incredible friends that I never would have met if I were still in North Carolina. I love that I get to sell real estate with my best friend and raise our amazing 19-month-old little boy in paradise. I love that I get to connect with so many incredible women in our community from this column. I am filled with gratitude for it all. I appreciate my life with Brady more than I ever could if I never went through that experience.
So although it’s cliche to say “Everything happens for a reason,” I am going to have to agree. The only thing I would change would be adding one word: Everything happens for a DIVINE reason. One that we don’t always know, and may never know. If you’re in this season of life right now, know that I am with you, an so are many others. I know I can speak for many when I say that we believe you, and you are worthy of love. Sending love and hugs to all. Thank you for letting me share with you. I am only a call or text away. -Megan
